More money, more cash, more hoes (what)More money, more cash, more hoes (uh)More money, more cash, more hoes (come on)More money, more cash, more hoes (what, what, what)

Verse two, memphis bleek:

Ay yo, m-e-m-p-h-i-s bleekNo need to dress warm, i brought plenty of heatY'all can't do nothing with this hereFor one, i pack three 9s like the yearY'all funny money hustlas7 gram hustlasType to bust a o down wit ya man hustlasI hold bank dough, dough 6-5-4While you ho talk that, look for a walk doughPetty crime niggasPetty time niggasSold petty drugs came up wit petty thugsNow you got game in youWanna be a menace and you got kane in youI'll put them thangs in youI'm a hot lil' niggaI ain't gotta tell niggasYou came too deep, one fell niggasI'm layin in the cut but still don't give a fuckRoc-a-fella forever, memph man, what what

Chorus 2x's

Verse three, beanie seigel:

Peep the kid from p-h-i-l-l-yNorth west south west south sideSpit it for them bitches and niggas who stay flyB-mack, roc-a-fella till i dieMet jay, dropped on a album in a weekWithout unsigned hype or battle of the beatsThe first time niggas heard me spit it in the streetsI gave y'all a thousand bars wit memphis bleekStay strapped, heat in the car under the seat6 hammers even though we only 3 deepWe clap up niggasSmack up niggasDuck tape, rope, and wrap up niggasThink shit a joke, go head crack up niggasGet treated like coke and get capped up niggasThe only thing funnyIs y'all never seen big face moneyTill them big face 20s